A Queer Girl's Lifestyle Blog

There are some phrases that, when uttered, make your eyes go misty and make look at that far away place within yourself and yearn for whatever it is that the phrase represents. I'm sure for some folks that could be something like, "the tropics." Or maybe, "out west," or "down south," or something. My dad gets misty and nostalgic when you say the words, "Austin, Texas." Rachel's dad sometimes gets misty when you say, "Sandals resort." To each their own. I have quite a few mist

As we prance gleefully into the Christmas season and don our gay apparel, it is so easy to forget how enthusiastically we embraced the onslaught of pumpkin spice and decorative gourds only two months ago. How quickly the orange and yellow subsides to green and red.... Lest we forget too quickly, Queer Martha is here to remind you of the good ol' days - back in October and November - when you couldn't walk through your dining room without being whacked in the head by a motherf

It's the day before Thanksgiving. You are wondering what you can bring to your family's holiday dinner that will say, "I am an adult, but I am also fun." Your mother just heavily implied over the phone that you shouldn't cook anything because the food you bring is often "weird." You realized too late that you shouldn't have brought up the cured egg yolk you were thinking about repackaging as a hostess gift. When you want to bring booze to the party but also want to look like

Listen, that McSweeny's story is simply classic. What better way to celebrate all our favorite fall foods than to do so while dodging gourds hanging from the ceiling fan? A few years ago Rachel and I hosted a fall harvest dinner party with a giant pumpkin in the middle of the table filled with its own flesh turned into delicious velouté. It was surrounded by apples and pears and squash and parsnips and all the goodness that autumn pours out of its cornucopic bosom every year